BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums

It's because they don't trust Mrs. Wei, and they don't believe that Mr. Wei really knows how to cook, but when they saw the dough flying into the pot like snowflakes under Mrs. Wei's knife, everyone was dumbfounded.

Mrs. Wei enjoys the admiration of everyone, and thinks that he did not work for nothing in the ramen restaurant back then, and this skill is learned through real work. Shi'fu, Mrs. Wei missed the big shi'fu of that ramen restaurant, drooling, beef ramen, time traveler can't afford to be hurt. ;

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 170 Foodies

When Wei Qing took Huo Qubing to the outside of the kitchen in the mansion, he smelled an appetizing aroma.

Huo Qubing said: "What is this, so fragrant?" He quickened his pace, passed Wei Qing, and walked into the courtyard.

When Wei Qing also walked into this attractive courtyard, he saw that there were already many people standing or squatting in the courtyard, everyone was holding a big bowl in their hands, and they were all eating hard, even his master Come in, these people didn't notice.

"Let's meet again," Wei Wei's voice came from the kitchen, "This is not enough, this."

"My lord," Coke's voice was exceptionally high today, "When will this pot be ready?"

"How many bowls have you eaten? Are you not afraid of eating to death?"

"Not full," several voices sounded at the same time.

"Damn it!" Wei Qing knew that it was Mrs. Wei talking about this inexplicable mantra, "What is this called? I haven't put a single noodle in my mouth so far! Fuck me! That beef is mine!"

"Brother, I want another bowl."

"You go too, don't want to live anymore?"

"Mine is a small bowl."

"You have eaten five bowls too! Do you think your brother is blind?"

"I want!"

"go away!"

Wei Qing walked into his own kitchen, which was actually full of people, so Wei Qing couldn't find a place to step down.Looking past dozens of heads, Wei Qing saw Mrs. Wei standing in front of the big stove, and Wei Deng who was holding Mrs. Wei's thigh and twisting his little butt.Wei Qing looked for Huo Qubing in the crowd again, and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Huo Qubing.

Mrs. Wei is really tired right now, he only wants to feed six people, but why did such a person come?Starting from his four servants, there are more and more diners, and he, the cook below, is still hungry. "The last one!" Wei Wei shouted to the group of foodies in front of him, "I will be the grandson again;

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A window of the kitchen was pushed open from the outside, and Huo Qubing jumped in from the window.

Mrs. Wei just looked at Huo Qubing, now when he saw the person who jumped into the room, he wanted to go up and smoke him.

"You really know how to cook noodles." Huo Qubing said as if he didn't hear Wei Wei's words, "Where's your cousin's noodles? Hurry up."

I wipe!Mrs. Wei waved the kitchen knife he used to slice noodles, "You won't go home to eat? There are no noodles sold on the street?"

"I eat here every day," Huo Qubing said as a matter of course, the kitchen knife wielded by Mrs. Wei did not pose any threat to him.

"That's not true today," said Mrs. Wei, "I haven't eaten it yet, and I won't let anyone else eat it. If I do it again, I will be my grandson!"

Wei Qinghuan pulled Wei's clothes from behind.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Wei turned her head and stared at Wei Qinghuan, "Don't tell me you love him again, I'm still hungry!"

"Again, you're the grandson?" Huo Qubing laughed.

"Yes, next time I'm the grandson, do you have an opinion?" Wei Wei turned his head around again, the smile on Huo Qubing's face made him even more upset.

"Kang!" Wei Qinghuan pulled Wei Kang harder from behind.

"You," Mrs. Wei turned her head angrily again, wouldn't even his Qinghuan beauty want to fight against him today?

"Great General," Wei Qinghuan asked Wei Kang to look back, letting Wei Kang know of Wei Qing's existence.

At this time, almost everyone in the kitchen saw Wei Qing.

"Let's all go out and eat," Wei Qing smiled good-naturedly, and said to the foodies, "Can you enjoy your meal standing here?"

The foodies all went out at once.

"Brother, I want to eat noodles," Wei Deng said while still hugging Mrs. Wei's thigh.

"Qubing, let's go," Wei Qing called Huo Qubing.

Mrs. Wei said, "Father, don't you want to eat?"

Wei Qing looked at Mrs. Wei with a half-smile and said, "Can you do it again?"

Mrs. Wei said: "There is still noodles here."

"Then who do you want to be your grandson?" Wei Qing asked.

Uh, Mrs. Wei was blocked by her father.

Huo Qubing laughed at the side, he couldn't quarrel with this bastard, but there is still someone who can cure him.

"Don't I have to make a bowl for grandma?" Mrs. Wei couldn't do what he scolded himself, thought for a while, and said, "I'm grandma's grandson, dad, you just by the way."

Wei Qing smiled and shook his head.

"Then let me drop by," Wei Deng's eyes lit up immediately;

"Deng'er, come here," Wei Qing waved to Wei Deng.

"Oh," Wei Deng got off Mr. Wei's lap and ran up to Wei Qing.

Wei Qing touched Wei Deng's belly and said, "It's all bulging, do you want to eat?"

Wei Deng nodded quickly, and let his father see his saliva.

"Big bowl," Huo Qubing said to Mrs. Wei, "I'll take care of it too."

"Get down quickly," Wei Qinghuan persuaded Mrs. Wei softly, if you do one, you still do it, but if you do two, you still do it?

"My son," Wei Qing called out to Mrs. Wei, "do you want to separate from your cousin?"

"His surname is Huo, and my surname is Wei. Why are we a family?" Mrs. Wei muttered in a low voice.

Wei Qinghuan helped Mrs. Wei take off the lid of the pot, and said softly, "You can just say a few words."

Mrs. Wei sighed, raised his hand and cut a bowl of noodles.

After a while, Wei Qinghuan brought a bowl of delicious beef sliced ​​noodles in front of Wei Qing, "Qu Bing, you can eat first," Wei Qing said to Huo Qu Bing after looking at the bowl of noodles.

Mrs. Wei's hands froze when he continued to slice the noodles, and he was going to add a few spoonfuls of salt to Huo Qubing's noodles, to kill this uncle, but he didn't expect his father to ruin this plan.

Huo Qubing took a mouthful of noodles, and quickly ate a few more mouthfuls. He turned his head and said to Mrs. Wei, "My son, I didn't expect you to be a cook."

Mrs. Wei said angrily: "What's the matter, you still don't like the cook?"

"Is this what the old man taught you?" Huo Qubing asked.

At this time, Wei Wei discovered that the place had been bustling for a long time, and the old man hadn't appeared yet.

"Shi'fu hasn't come back yet," Wei Qinghuan said, "My son, you don't have to worry about him, he didn't come back until midnight yesterday."

"I'm worried about him?" Mrs. Wei said with her nose straight, "Then I might as well worry about myself."

Another bowl of noodles was placed in front of Wei Qing.

"Eat, uncle." Huo Qubing had already eaten most of the noodles, and said to Wei Qing, "This noodles made by my husband is really delicious, and the beef is also delicious."

Wei Qing looked at the beef in the bowl, one of the characteristics of the food cooked by Wei's husband is that the image is too bad, if Huo Qubing didn't say it was beef, Wei Qing would not be able to tell that the black lumps in the bowl were beef.

"Daddy," Wei Deng pulled Wei Qing's sleeve.

Wei Qing raised his head and saw his youngest son drooling again.

"One piece," Wei Deng discussed with Wei Qing.

Wei Qing picked a small piece for Wei Deng and said, "Eat slowly, don't burn it."

Wei Deng put a piece of beef into his mouth again, and immediately smiled, wishing to kiss his father's face again. ;

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 171 [-] Is this also a master and apprentice?

Wei Qing's bowl of noodles is also delicious, and Wei's hand in making noodles can still be amazing.After preparing sliced ​​noodles for Mrs. Wei and Wei Buyi, Mrs. Wei was too lazy to move.

"Tired?" Wei Qinghuan supported Wei Kuang who was looking at the wobbly and unsteady standing.

Mrs. Wei said: "Qing Huan, Uncle Zhong and the others are not easy!" It seems that feeding a family is not only a technical job, but also a manual job. It seemed to be hurting badly again.

Wei Qinghuan looked at the pot where the beef was cooked, and said, "Kang, there is still a piece of meat, do you want to eat it?"

Wei Kang said: "Of course I want to eat. I haven't eaten anything until now!"

"Then I'll serve it for you," Wei Qinghuan went to get the bowl.

Mrs. Wei looked at the sky outside the window, it was already dark, and he had been busy since the afternoon until now.

"What are you eating?" The old man finally appeared in front of everyone.As soon as he returned to the mansion today, he smelled a very good smell. The old man could already tell that Mrs. Wei was cooking beef when he smelled it for the second time.The one who is not dead is Sa Yazi, so she ran to the kitchen. The things made by Mrs. Wei may not be seen, but they taste good!As the old man ran to the kitchen, he regretted that he went out for a day of wandering again today. If he had known that the little bastard Wei was cooking beef today, he would not have gone out.

"Senior Xiao," Wei Qing got up quickly when he saw the old man rushing in.

"Are you eating noodles?" The old man looked at Wei Qing's leftover noodle bowl.

"That's right," Wei Wei leaned on the edge of the stove and said, "I made braised beef sliced ​​noodles today."

The old man picked up Wei Qing's leftover noodle bowl.

"Senior Xiao?" Wei Qing wanted to stop him.

The old man raised his neck and drank the noodle soup.

Wei Qing put down his hand in embarrassment, he only said three words, this guy had already swallowed the noodle soup, and it was useless for him to say anything else.

"Is it delicious?" Wei Wei asked;

"It's delicious," said the old man, who had never been so polite to Mrs. Wei, "Mrs., please make another bowl for me."

Uncle Zhong didn't wait for Mrs. Wei to speak this time, and said beforehand, "My lord, the flour is used up."

Wei Kang rolled his eyelids